Why this?

The occasional poem of my own and a generous helping of work by others that I find inspiring. Site is named for a beloved book by one of my favorite writers, Italo Calvino, whose fanciful work lights--and delights--my soul.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

A Lime Tree for San Cristobal

On this island, all the tortoises are priestsof an exclusive past. What other living thingsurvives on prickly pear and guava? The puresting of citrus delivers perfume in a haloof blossoms.My carpentry here is roughand leaves me dreaming of Spanish arches.If there's anything a coast imparts, it's patiencewith imperfect lines.Today's specimen: Eel darkreddish purplish brown with pale or whitish brown spots.I know I'm still alive because I loveto eat. On the table's a giftfrom fishermen: pink gills embroideredblood, the eyes--two mirrors snapped overwith iron. This shark that I will cut and soak in lime has a mouth made for eating darkness--an architecture built without a need for dawn.